Chapter 8

Chapter Eight

Grayson

I can't help but look up at Bonny who looks like she is about to make a grab for the kid and shake her. The blush on her cheeks is pretty and makes me wonder where else it might be flushed since it disappears under her sweater.

"I think maybe me and your sister should talk about that first before I say anything to anyone else. I wouldn't want her to be mad at me."

"She won't get mad. She never gets mad. One time I used one of her bras as a…"

"Oh my God!" Bonny slaps her hand over Tandy's mouth. "Tandy, let's find out how we can help, okay."

I lead them into the kitchen and show Tandy where the salad stuff is. I reach behind Bonny and show her my phone, "You want to help me make dessert?"

"Sure." She moves closer to me, "Sorry about Tandy, she…she can be a lot sometimes but she's really the sweetest thing."

"Not the sweetest. Pretty sure that title goes to you."

She blushes again. "Do you, um… have children?"

Her question kind of throws me. Why is she asking if I have children? "Not yet."

"Oh," she seems confused, "I… thought, well, I thought maybe you invited us over so… Tandy could… well, I thought maybe you wanted to set up a playdate with Tandy and your… I shouldn't have presumed anything."

"You thought I asked you to dinner because I wanted you to… babysit?"

"No! No, I thought your daughter might have been having a hard time making friends, and Tandy…"

I step closer, "Bonny, I don't have a child. I asked you to dinner because I wanted to get to know YOU better. I invited Tandy so you would be more comfortable and just in case you might be watching her for your mom tonight. I didn't want you to feel like you had to leave her to come spend time with me. It helps that she's a sweet, smart kid though."

"You… want to get to know me better?"

I nod and take a step back to give her some room to process the information I've given her. For the next thirty minutes, we work together to get the dessert done while Tandy entertains us by telling us about her day, about her, her mom, and most importantly, her sister while fixing the salad. By the time we sit down to eat together, Tandy has me rolling with all her stories and her sister's cheeks are in a kind of perma-blush.

I enjoyed the hell out of making dinner with the two of them and can only hope they enjoyed it as much as I did.

"You guys want to watch a movie with me before you leave?"

Bonny looks at her phone as I hold my breath. Tandy has my back though. "Please, Bonny, can we?"

"I… I don't know, hon. I have to go in pretty early tomorrow."

I offer her a solution, "We don't have to finish it. We can start and finish it another time."

She starts nibbling on her lip as she tries to decide.

"No pressure though. If you have to get up early tomorrow, I understand."

The last thing I want her to feel is like I am pushing for something as simple as a freakin' movie. I want her to look at me as someone who understands and supports her, not as a spoiled child who needs to get their way. If I can't convey that to her with this, how am I supposed to do it when it's really important, like her choice of saying yes or no to me when I want to make love to her? I want to spend time with her but not at the expense of her thinking I'm not supporting her decision.

"No, I guess another hour won't matter so much."

"How about just thirty minutes since you do have to get up so early."

She gives me a smile before we all pile up on my couch in front of the television. We put Bonny in the middle with Tandy on one side of her and me on the other. We start a comedy but right after the intro, Tandy is asleep.

"Guess it was too much excitement for her, huh?"

Bonny gives her sister a warm smile before going back to nibbling on her bottom lip. I let the movie play a little longer before I've thought about the right thing to say to make her somehow less nervous only to look over and find her asleep as well.

If my ego were a little smaller I might think this was a sign I'm boring as hell, but I can't help but think this is a gift to me, allowing me to really take a good look at the woman who has been running through my mind ever since I walked into that exam room and caught the scent of sugar cookies and sweet woman.

She's pulled her hair back into a little ponytail with wisps of red framing her face. The shoulder of her sweater has slipped from one shoulder leaving it bare except for the strap of her bra which is sexier to me than any half-dressed woman. Hell, a stripper could be swinging around a pole completely naked, and my eyes would still be drawn to Bonny…and that pale strip of creamy skin that doesn't show anything at all really.

I don't know what this woman has done to me, but whatever it is makes my mouth water when I stare at her bare shoulder. It's just a fucking shoulder and I'm over here stiffer than lead. Thinking it wiser to wake her before it gets any later - and I get any hornier - I give her leg a little shake.

At first, she doesn't wake up, so I place my hand over her knee which brings home how small she is. My whole hand covers it. Thoughts of putting my big hands on her body in other places like those perky tits or that fine as fuck ass or other pretty things that smell like sweet, sweet sugar dance in my head. FOCUS!

I give her knee another shake and this time she slowly blinks her eyes open. Her lips tilt up into an innocently beautiful smile when she sees me before she starts worrying over everything. She sits up straighter and looks over at where Tandy is still asleep. "Oh my God, I'm so sorry. I… we're the worst guests ever. I'm…"

"It's fine. You are fine. Don't even worry about it. The fact you two trust me enough to rest beside me is… well, it makes me very happy to know you all put that much faith in me."

She gives me a little smile, "Before we came, I was worried you might be a killer, and I was bringing my sister to a murder house. Oh my God! I can't believe I just told you that."

All I can do is grin at how damned cute she is!